Beginnings
He thought he would never get there. The place he always dreamed about. The city, the smell, the people. Bustling by like they had no to do. He felt he had one shot. He couldn't miss this. The chance. The freedom. He had to prove to himself and to his father he could do this. He had to do this. Just this one thing. He would go, he would feel, and he knew all that he wanted to accomplish. Just the clothes on his back and his board in his hand he would fight and find a way to make it. He wouldn't miss this chance. He couldn't afford to.
Yahiko was a small town boy. Living in a place of nowhere Ville called Folseberry. He wasn't even sure if it could be considered a town. Less than 250 people everyone knew everything about one another. At 19 it was hard to get away with the simplest of mischief. He never even thought about the possibilities that could await him. One day changed his life from a small town boy to a big time dreamer. His father always said he should put down that damnable thing and help him once and awhile. That "thing" was his skateboard.
"Don't even try to explain to me why I even let you have that thing. The only reason you wanted to do it cause you saw some stupid, good-for-nothing idiot who happened to take an interest in ruining your life. I wish he never had given you that stupid magazine. If I would've known…how you'd be acting now. I never would've bought you one of those things." That one day is what he always recalls as his starting date. When his life finally took him from daily chores to daily sessions in his garage practicing for "More hours than you can shake a stick at." Also added wisdom by his father:
"Get a real job and be a man."
"Oh, John, let him go he's just a kid. Let him fool around." His mother, Paula said often.
"Why should I? He got to grow up and be a man soon. These foolish notions need to stop."
"Let him go he loves it. The only thing I've seen him enjoy since he was a boy."
"Still don't agree with it."
"Would you quit your mumbling' already?"
"I would when he stop. He has no business in what he's doing. He's just stupid."
"John…"
These types of conversations went on and on. Kenshin rarely heard them. He was to busy Skating.